Ask Me Not What I Have, But

It Is An Ancient Story Yet Is It Ever New.

Oh Fair, Oh Sweet And Holy As Dew At Morning Tide, I Gaze On Thee, And Yearnings, Sad In My Bosom Hide.

God Will Pardon: That's His Business.

The People Have No Ear, Either For Rhythm Or Music, And Their Unnatural Passion For Pianoforte Playing And Singing Is Thus All The More Repulsive. There Is Nothing On Earth More Terrible Than English Music, Except English Painting.

We Should Forgive Our Enemies, But Not Before They Are Hanged